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   Married Secrets Unveiled (mf, wife, voyeurism, masturbation, anal, con)
by Walter Kingsley III

   Chapter I (Married Secrets Unveiled)





   Like everything lately it started with a fight but this one was
different, more violent perhaps more permanently destructive.  Tiffany, my
beautiful red headed wife of five years was red in the face as she fought
back the tears, stammering..  "you..you.  you will never enter this body
again !  NEVER, do you understand"?  Her words tore through me like
daggers, my mouth dropped in astonishment.  Not that I had an opportunity
to quote unquote, enter her body in the last year or so.  She had turned
into such a mega bitch as of late.  It was as if she had some new inner
confidence that was going to annihilate me, make me less than a man for
some unknown crime.  My punishment was not getting to have sex with my
beautiful wife anymore because she was worth better than me.  She had
convinced herself that she had much more to offer somebody than I had to
offer her and was sick and tired of lowering herself to maintain our false
marriage.  She claimed I just didn't do it for her anymore and that she was
going to finally do something about it because I was incompetent in every
way and she pitied and despised the man I had become.  Is this what it had
all come down to?  With my legs kicked out from under me, she sprinted
towards the door yelling, "Thank god I have to go to work now.  I just want
to be as far away from you as possible asshole, so don't bother waiting up
for me".  Slamming the front door, my mouth agape and my face pail as a
sheet, I felt I had been Debased, some might even say de-balled.  God it
was intolerable.  I could barely make my way to my easy boy without
collapsing, the tears came, then a beer, Then depression followed shortly
there after by anger.  How could she so coldly, boldly trash our love, our
marriage?  That's when I had a strange feeling of de-ja vu and knowingness
that somehow, someway she would pay for this and would regret her
insensitivity and selfishness, begging for forgiveness.

   I paced around the house, now calmed by exhaustion.  I was clearly out
of my head at this point.  Although my anger was in full effect,
ironically, my desires for her seemed stronger than ever.  I guess it is
true what they say about wanting something even more when you can no longer
have it.  It was then that my mouth started to salivate remembering how I
recently found her baby pink vibrator stuffed between the mattress and the
box spring.  At the time I had found it, I was so hurt thinking that she
was pleasuring herself under my nose, yet at the same time denying me of
any of those most private pleasures as her husband.  I felt this charge of
electric excitement travel like a bolt of lightening straight from my
abdomen to my groin.  Knowing nobody was around, nobody there to see me, I
let myself go, falling into the darker side of my fetish.  In desperation I
groped around the mattress like a thirsty blind man seeking water or some
sort of redemption until my sweaty hands managed to locate it.  I pulled it
out and just examined it, slowly, cautiously.  Of course I had seen dildo's
before, even used them on previous partners but not this one.  No, this one
was different then all the dildos in the world, not in a stupid cartoon-ish
Excalibur kind of way, no it was because this one had been applied by my
gorgeous wife to her most beautiful, sacred part of her body and for her
own private, self-indulgent secretive pleasures.  It made me wild, just
thinking about her by herself, spread out on our King size bed with her wet
pink lips splayed open below her strawberry mounds, with her body relaxed
as the quite humming murmured it's incessant song.  All the while, with her
own moans of pleasure joining the masturbatory chorus.  This brought back
the memory of less than a month ago, when about to step into the shower, I
first heard the slight humming sound emoting from our bedroom down the
hall. With the shower still running, I snuck down the hallway as quiet as
possible, beginning to hear her subtle groans of ecstasy.  As I got closer
I could grasp the faintest whiff of the unmistakable sent of her delectably
sweet juices that must have been forming, ready to flow down the inside of
her soft creamy but taught dancer thighs.  How could I ever forget that
scent, that earthy, musky yet sweet taste, even though it had been ages
since I had last gone down on her.  I now snuck up to the edge of the
doorway like a frightened voyeur looking through from an outside window
pane.  She was so deep into her masturbatory session, eyes tightly shut,
eyelashes fluttering, that she didn't even have a clue that I was standing
less than 4 feet from the foot of the bed with an unobstructed view to
everything, and I mean everything.  Her beautifully toned, white dancer
legs spread wide apart as if to give birth, illuminated by the sunlight
streaming though the window which bounced off her soft cinnamon colored
pubes of her vagina....oh that beautiful pussy, splayed wide open as she
moved the white plastic head of the vibrator with it's smooth brass
conductors, in incessant circles teasing her pea shaped clit to the point
of full erection.  I could see that the inner walls of her labia were now
very swollen with her building excitement as was evident on her inner
thighs, coated with her white, milky glistening juices.  Her beautifully
shaped puffy pussy was so pink and swollen below that perfect cinnamon
colored, neatly trimmed pubis that I could barely constrain myself from
jumping on top of it and sticking my now raging hard on into that pink
rimmed wet hole that lay but a few feet before me.  I could barely breath
as I listened to her little squeaky high pitched noises increasing along
with her short quick gasping breaths.  It was plainly obvious at this point
that she was gathering unstoppable momentum, cumming right before my eyes
as I saw a small milky puddle of her thick creamy juices pooling deep
within the pulsing walls.  She then let out a deep involuntary guttural
groan that confirmed her un-abandoned climax.  It was then that she
wickedly whispered under her breath......"deeper Felix, faster, fuck me
harder, I'm coming." This really sent a blaze of confused shock through my
head, as I knew no one named Felix.  I quickly ran back to the shower with
an unrelenting hard on between my legs both aroused and ashamed of my
current predicament.  The only thing to do at this point was to jerk off in
the shower to relieve both the gathering pressure in my balls and the
emerging fantasies in my brain.  That was before.............Switching
channels, tonight felt very different or was it that I was somehow
different, changed by the unrelenting tides of my worsening predicament.  I
pulled the vibrator up to my nose and drew in that delectable yet haunting
sweet musky odor, much like one would savor a fine Cuban cigar.  They say
the sense of smell is the most powerful of the senses in regards to
memories.  This seemed the case as all the bold sexual encounters I had had
with my beautiful wife in the early part of our burgeoning relationship
came flooding back to my minds eye.  My sexuality was re-awakening inside
with a lion's roar that could no longer be sustained.  I then licked the
end of the vibrator just to get a taste of the dried juices on the end of
the vibrator.  By their taste I could tell that they were relatively fresh,
this furthered my madness.  I couldn't take it anymore, I put the vibrator
back under the mattress and made a bee line to the refrigerator for a beer
in a feeble attempt to douse my unquenchable desires.  I slugged down my
beer rather quickly, turned on ESPN and began to finally relax a little
bit. One was quickly chased down by two.  The beer was making me kind of
sleepy at this point, so I decided to try to get some zzz's so that maybe
my head would be clear enough in the morning to figure out a better
relationship strategy then the current one because that obviously was not
working as I was clearly playing the role of the fool.  I laid my head down
on the pillow and could not sleep as I thought of all the things that were
not right lately with our relationship.  There were things that were going
on that just did not add up as of late such as the ditched phone calls, the
strange VW bus always parked across the street that did not seem to belong
there.  Damn, she couldn't be cheating on my could she ?  What a dumb ass I
was.  For Christ sake we had a beautiful 2 year old son that was her whole
life.  I finally was able to push these and other mounting thoughts out of
my head and drifted into a restless sleep.  My dreams were filled with
twisted, fated dreading of things not yet spoken or realized.  I woke up
with a start as I heard rapid banging on the door.  My first thought was
that it must be in my dream but a second louder round of banging clarified
it in my head, followed by scattered unrecognizable male and female voices
laughing, drunk kids perhaps, then rapid footsteps.  I looked at my alarm
clock next to the bed and it said 4:00 A.M....damn, Tiffany was not home
yet?  What the fuck?  I went to the thick cherry wood front door, peered
out the peep hole but didn't see anything but then I heard a slight groan.
I opened the door and immediately a limp body spilled into the doorway.  I
could see by the light of the dim sconce above the doorway, the tasseled
red hair of my wife over her glistening porcelain face beaded with sweat as
her body lay crumpled before me.  Now more frightened then angry, I
immediately lifted her up by her arm pits, right off her feet.  Looking
face to face, I could now see that she was pretty much passed out and the
smell of booze was oozing out of every poor of her delicate alabaster white
skin.  I carried, half dragged her to the bathroom as I new I needed to try
to revive her which would probably be followed by a re-enactment of Linda
Blair in the Exorcist.  When I got her to the floor of the bathroom I
realized that she was much drunker than I had initially thought or had ever
seen her in the ten years that I had known her.  I kept asking her if she
were O.K., if she could hear me and all she could do is barely get out a
groan or two.  My "good guy" instincts told me that I should get her out of
her smoky booze smelling clothes and into a cold bath, to revive her before
she choked to death on vomit or had some kind of bad reaction from alcohol
poisoning.  I first began with her sequined silver blouse by pulling it
over her pretty rag doll head, as her beautiful full round creamy white
tits spilled out, further exaggerated by her white Victoria Secret's push
up bra.  It was then that I noticed the slight purple and red bruises on
her breasts, no it couldn't be.....hickey's?  Yes, there they were, small
bite or suck marks on her beautiful tits.  A moment of panic filled my
stomach as my brain began to race, was it rape, consensual?....shit, god
damn her.  I would have to pull off her black thigh high stocking, what a
pain, so I began with the short silk skirt and that's when I saw her silver
G-string for the first time.  It couldn't be, as my wife was definitely on
the snobby conservative side and had never ever even once, sported a
G-string for me.  What the hell had she been doing?, going to work with a
silver G-string slivered up her perfectly full round ass cheeks, that
no-one should be enjoying in the first place, besides me?  This infuriated
me to no end, as I started to feel that whatever the hell had happened may
have been either directly or indirectly precipitated by some sort of
misbehavior on her part.  This is when I had a strange epiphany.  It was
the same sort of impish feeling I had gotten earlier when I had discovered
her masturbating with the pink vibrator.  In a matter of seconds, I had
decided to circumvent the well intentioned bath idea and drag her straight
to bed, well, so she could get the rest she was going to need of course? 
RIGHT !  Without any objections whatsoever, I made her sit up and from
behind, pulled her up by her arms and dragged her long legged death like
body to our bedroom.  I turned on the reading light next to our bed and
hoisted her dead weight onto the mattress, rolling her over on her stomach.
What a beautiful sight, with her long red hair sprawled out over the
pillow, her arms spread recklessly forward and her long tapered toned
dancer legs spread wide apart as they dangled off the side of our bed just
barely reaching the floor.  I could not see her face covered in her mop of
hair but I could still here her mumbling incoherent words with the
exception of one......Felix !  This just really pissed me off now and I
decided that she had one thing coming and one thing only, that was the one
thing she wouldn't want the most...me.....more specifically, my very large
extremely hard dick in her pussy.  Since she was out for the count, I was
not going to rush this one chance I had to fuck the shit out of my gorgeous
young, full of herself wife, especially before leaving me, leaving our
marriage.  I moved up beside the bed admiring her full perfectly taught
fully round white ass cheeks bursting out from each side of the thin thong
material wedged well up her fine ass crack.  I could now see a well defined
dark wet spot forming where her hot cunt would be underneath the silky
smooth crotch panel.  Her perfume now mixed with the smokiness of the bar,
the alcohol and her own sweet honey-dew perspiration made me dizzy with
anticipation.  However, there was another smell that was further masked but
none the less still there, it was a subtle musky scent like I had smelled
before, the day I had caught her masturbating with the vibrator.  Had she
had sex, was it consensual, date rape or did she just get hot and bothered
with her own carnal juices lusting after the un-known Felix ?  Well, I was
sure as hell determined to find out one way or another.  The strange thing
was how this secretly, embarrassingly turned me on underneath the fear and
anger of it all.



   CHAPTER II (Loose Lips)



   As she screamed those words at him, her face was bright pink.  Whenever
Tiffany got mad, very mad, her beautiful porcelain sculptured features
would scrunch up around the bridge of her nose and her face would glow pink
from the hot embers of the brewing storm within her body.  Sometimes he
loved to see her like this, the pinkness slowly erasing her cute freckles,
making her straight red hair and ice blue eyes stand out even more.  He
surely hadn't ever seen her this mad though, so he wisely did nothing but
let her blow her stack.  After all what could he say at this point to calm
her down, to change her mind about this hopeless situation?  After she laid
out her tirade against him, she slammed the door and headed down the steps
to her car.  It was not her day to go into the club but she could not spend
another moment with her deflated de-balled husband.  The only place she
could think to go where no ass hole would hit on her, seductively dressed
up like this, was the club she worked at during the week to make some extra
cash.  The club happened to be "the new place" to party in town.  It was
one of those places where pulsing DJ spun techno never stopped until the
wee hours of the morning.  Where the posers and scantily dressed hard body
bimbo's cruised to meet their sugar daddy's or just to indulge in the
latest designer drugs and possibly get laid if the mood struck their fancy.
Despite all this, she would feel safe there as everyone that worked there
would look out for her, kind of like an extended family over the past few
months.  She seemed to have no-one in this town that seemed to care about
her or she could trust to be around, with the exception of Felix and a few
close friends at Club Rendezvous.  As she walked up to the entrance of the
club, she could tell it was going to be a wild night.  The line was already
rapped double around the side of the building.  She had seen it crazy
before but this was beyond a typical Friday night.  Maybe it was the warm
weather that seemed to be lingering into the early evening this time of
year or was it just word of mouth that this was the newest hot spot in San
Francisco?  As she approached the front of the line, Rodney was there,
handsome, tall, stout black with muscles bulging out of his very tight
black spandex muscle shirt with his matching black dress slacks and mirror
polished pointy-toed black shoes to round out his hip tough guy look.  His
mobile phone cord was dangling from his left ear as he was doing his best
to keep the crowd back from the velvet ropes and at the same time
communicate with his crew inside despite all the commotion.  But as Tiffany
approached, all his attention was immediately diverted from the situation
at hand to Tiffany's incredibly tight black skirt that gripped her slender
waist just below her taught exposed smooth white abdomen, silky smooth as
she walked with confidence and sexiness.  He had seen her so many times
before, capturing the hot images in his head of her incredible body, her
slightly perfumed, perfectly straight parted silky red hair as she would
often walk by him, but tonight...whew!  She would be countless levels in
the hot quotient above any girl that step foot in the club tonight, he was
absolutely sure of this.  Her tank top rose above her perfect exposed oval
navel as her ample round naturally shaped white breasts looked extremely
full and erect tonight as they bounced ever so high, held in check from
popping out by the silver push up bra, nipples managing somehow to protrude
through.  "How are you doing tonight princess"?  he asked flirtatiously as
he leaned down for a quick peck on her cheek.  "Oh Rodney, it's so good to
see you tonight, you're looking like your ready for anything !  Ha !" ,
"You better believe it baby, always, right"?  What are you doing here
tonight anyways, it's not your shift, who are you covering for sweetness?.
Oh, nobody, actually, believe it or not, I'm not here to work, I just
needed to blow off a little steam tonight and get the hell out of the
house. Why don't you join me later at the bar and I'll hook you up and we
can talk some more later." Cool, he said as he swung open the door for her
and gently placing his hand on the small of her back, felt the cool toned
white skin under the rough palm of his large confidently heated hand, "I'll
be looking out for you but until then", he said with a wink, "stay out of
trouble".  " Tonight, Impossible!" she teased with a wicked grin as she
carelessly flung her cinnamon hair to the side.  As she walked into the
dark Fourier just ahead of Rodney, he could not help but stare at the
silver thong that was now riding high up her perfectly shaped ass, just
peaking out of the top of the waist line of her very sheer satin black
skirt.  He could make out the entire top of the thong as it lost itself
into the creaminess of her ass crack only to re-appear at the top of her
perfectly shaped ass.  He had never seen a white girl with an ass like that
before, never in all his experiences and there definitely were many.  How
could it be possible, she was a ballerina, thin but her ass was as fine as
any that he had ever seen.  No bony blonde white girl ass here, this was
the taught yet full ass of someone like a jaylo or a Mary J Blige.  He was
instantly and embarrassing getting a very large hard-on underneath his
black trousers as he thought of his hands massaging, pinching, grabbing the
fullness of this ass as he drove his hot thick rod, deep into her tight
beckoning pink pussy, gasping in astonishment.  There was no way he could
control it or hide it, do to the instant hardness and his size which was
quite large even it's most flaccid state.  His mind slowly returned to his
job and his eyes let her trail away into the cavernous darkness of the
club. Her vision left an indelible imprint in his mind and his imagination
obviously had plenty of mind candy to play with for the next few hours as
he would have to maintain his post as the guard dog for the club.  The next
two hours would be spent intimidating the guys trying to scratch there way
in and scoping out the hottest girls to quickly whisk them passed the cover
charge and straight to the bar for free drinks to loosen them up.  It was
not un-like any other Friday night in this regard but something felt
different tonight, less hum-drum, there was a sense of electricity,
excitement in the air, maybe it had something to do with Tiffany?  Yeah,
that had to be it.  In a brief moment of introspection, he thought to
himself that It was going to be an interesting night to say the least.

   As Tiffany strode confidently to the bar, it took her awhile for her
eyes to adjust but then she could make out the silhouette of one of her
girls behind the bar.  "Hey, Julia, whass up?  You're looking mighty hot
tonight"!  "Oh, Tiff, com'on look at you, you're going to start a riot
dressed like that and what the hell are you doing here on your night off
anyways?  "Just looking to blow off some steam and get away from the hubby.
I am in dire need of a stiff drink and some real excitement, if you know
what I mean"?  "Well you've come to the right place tonight honey, this
one's on me".  It was then that she saw him walk into the main bar area. 
Felix was an extremely good looking arrogant son of a bitch as his good
looks and charm seemed to heighten his confidence level to new heights. 
Tall, dark hair with an Italian momma's boy kind of smile with those long
boyish dimples, he walked right over to Tiffany without missing a beat. 
"Hey gorgeous, your looking incredibly sexy tonight, uhm uhm.".  "Yeah, any
more than the usual"?  Tiffany bantered back with a sarcastic grin.  She
new his game but somehow she was still drawn to him, his allure, his charm
and yes mostly his innate sexiness.  She felt she could trust him but there
was also a sense of danger and the unknown that made her knees quiver a
little bit and made her sex come alive like it did in the bedroom the other
day with her new toy.  Perhaps this was just the diversion she was looking
for tonight.  "May I join you at the bar or are you waiting for someone?"
"Who me, waiting for someone?" "You know like you husband?  "No, I'm solo
tonight and as for the husband, he can just go to hell".  "Well, well, easy
Tiff, sounds like you need a few more drinks to take the edge off that
temper of yours.  Julia, could we please have another over here for the
radiant bitch in heat, he jeered while laughing heartily.  "Not funny Felix
but I will take you up on another....  asshole" she shortly exclaimed with
a shadow of a smile.  How could she help herself, right place, right time I
guess.  She threw back the first drink with determination and felt the hard
edges start to soften.  Yes, much better, gin always had a way of dulling
those hard edges.  This is just what she needed, some needed attention, a
little libation and a hot confident Felix by her side.  Things were
beginning to straighten themselves out.  Perhaps this horrible night would
be salvaged after all.  The second drink soon arrived and Tiffany was
starting to feel the pulse of the dance floor as Felix moved closer, "let's
hit it, shall we" They pushed there was onto the already crowded dance
floor where there were cages hanging from the ceiling with the scantily
clad bimbo go- go dancers in their hot pants and white leather boots,
gyrating above them, gesturing bodies with little else to imagine,
telescoping raw sex.  Tiffany's red hair cascaded carelessly in front of
her face, eyes closed, lips puckers as she moved her hips to the driving
rhythm of DJ's latest cut.  Felix could not help but hungrily, greedily
take all of her in as she unabashedly flaunted herself in front of him,
ever teasing, opening up those wicked ideas that were beginning to form in
his head.  Yes, all that past teasing and unanswered innuendo's, she's the
one alright, the lucky one, she is in for quite a most special evening, he
thought to himself.  What a beautiful tragedy.

   As she moved closer to his crotch, Felix could feel the warmth in his
loins as his erection began to form.  I few minutes more of the grinding of
her clad pussy and he would surely cut loose the load that was gaining
momentum in his balls.  He knew it was the perfect time to take a break
from the dance floor.  "C'mon I'm thirsty and in need of a cold one, " as
he grabbed her hand and taking full control of the situation, ripped her
forcibly off the dance floor back to the bar.  He quickly ordered another
round and Tiffany decided she had better check herself in the ladies room.
"Thanks for the drink sweetie.  I'll be right back, just need to do a
little maintenance".  "Oh trust me gorgeous you're looking just fine, but
go ahead anyway and take your time, I'm not going anywhere, trust me." With
a wink, Tiffany disappeared towards the Ladies' room and this would give
Felix just enough time to execute the nasty plan that had introduced itself
to him within the confines of his dirty little mind as Tiffany teased him
like she always did.  This time though, he would be in charge of this
little game, only she didn't know the rules yet, now did she?  Out of his
pocket he pulled the tiny little pills.  He knew exactly how many it would
take based on the few drinks she already had in her system.  He did not
want to overdue it as he wanted her to be somewhat conscious, just enough
to create that fog of `unknown' the following morning.  Things were getting
very busy at the bar now, so as soon as Julia had gone down to the opposite
end of the bar, Felix plopped the tiny white pills into Tiffany's Gin and
tonic rapidly stirring the drink to hide all evidence of his evil deed. 
His heart was racing like a raging bull as his hard-on from the dance floor
intensified.  As his brow broke out in a subtle cool sweat, he felt a large
affirmative hand come down on his shoulder.  Felix quickly spun around,
"Hey, Rodman, what's up?  "I should be asking you that question, now
shouldn't I parner'"?  Rodney questioned Felix with a crooked smile. 
Rodney and Felix were on fairly good terms as of late as Felix had gotten
Rodney out of some legal trouble with the Ex a few months back with only a
small retainer's fee.  Now it was Rodney's turn to apply some pressure. 
"So, what was that slight of hand I just witnessed there par'ner"?  "Shit"!
Felix exclaimed in a hissing whisper.  "Relax man, Relax.  I'm not the
Fed's for Christ sake but I am Tiff's friend asshole." "O.K, O.K.  Rod, I'm
sorry.  I've never done this shit before it's just.  That....."Hold the
bull-shit for your clients Felix." "All-right, I'll dump the shit and get a
fresh one and...." "Hmmm....that's not quite what I had in mind, Felix."
"Well what do you mean Rod"?  Felix stammered.  "I want in, that simple,
dig?".  "What did you have in mind"?  "You just, let's say, continue with
your little plan of action and I will let you know, got it ?  And then you
will do exactly what I say or else you're gigs up little man." "O.K." Felix
nervously replied.  He knew that he could trust Rodney but he also knew
Rodney's temper behind all the laid back chill attitude and if Felix did
not comply, there would be all kinds of hell to pay, never mind his
professional reputation would be quickly destroyed.  Tiffany sauntered back
with a wicked smile, seeing both Felix and Rodney talking by the bar,
probably about her and how damn hot she looked in her new bold outfit.  "Oh
Felix, not another one, please, I'm feeling a little tipsy already" as she
giggled.  "C'mon Tiff, lighten up, that's what your hear for, right ?"
Rodney teased back with a little light banter.  Tiffany was feeling the
need to party with two of the hottest guys waiting to take care of her
every little need as she sipped on her drink, she felt kind of turned on
for the first time in weeks if not months.  She could feel every muscle in
her body begin to relax and that warm feeling began creeping into her
secret crevices as she felt the thong riding pleasantly against her
awakening clit.  She began to slowly sway her hips again to the music as
she got closer and closer to Felix.  Then she began to feel a little light
headed.  Kind of like if you had a little too much champagne.  "Are you
alright, their sunshine"?  Felix asked as he grabbed her elbow, pulling her
in closely as the little pills began to work their magic.  "I'm feeling a
little woozy....must be a little to hot in here." "Well let's get a little
fresh air".  As Tiffany turned from the bar towards the direction of the
front door, Rodney quickly grabbed Felix's right shoulder and silently
gestured toward the emergency exit sign in the opposite direction.  That
was the only cue that Felix needed as to what he was expected to do next.
He quickly grabbed Tiffany hard by the elbow and twisted her back on her
heels towards the opposite direction before she got too far away from him
and out of reach.  She nearly came out of her high heels; he spun her
around so quickly.  "Felix baby, what's the hell are you.....doin...to me??
She giggled.  It was clear to Felix that the drug was kicking in.  He had
to act quickly, so he pulled her along as if he were pulling her out to the
dance floor with Rodney in silent pursuit behind.  He quickly moved her
pass the dance floor and pushed her hard through the door marked Emergency
Exit.  He found himself in the dark hallway which lead to the kitchen and
pushed her back against the wall and before she could react, he kissed her
hard, forcing his tongue between her teeth.  Rodney pushed the door open
too but quietly hung back in the dark entrance, guarding it as he watched
Felix begin to make his move.  At first Tiffany struggled, but something
made her just want to give in a little, deep inside, she knew that
something was terribly wrong but she was just so dizzy and tired at this
point to reconcile her situation.  How could a few drinks alone make her
feel so strange she thought?  As Felix felt Tiffany begin to go limp, he
began to grope her all over, half keeping her up against the wall with one
hand pinning her left shoulder, while his other hand began to feel up her
tight tits, her hardening nipples and then down to her waiting puffy
crotch. Tiffany was moaning with her eyes closed, as if half enjoying the
rippling sensations herself.  As her legs began to give out, her whole body
was beginning to droop from the wall.  This is when Rodney stepped in,
rushing over, sliding to his knees to quickly pull her skirt down to her
own knees, still half standing as Rodney pinned her waist to the wall with
his large muscular hands.  Felix continued to work on the top half of her
body, sucking on her neck and working her nipples harder and harder.  A
slight groan was released from Tiffany's pouty little mouth but it was
clear that she was no longer fully aware of her surrounding, never mind her
evolving predicament.  It was evident that she had absolutely no idea that
Rodney had even pulled down her skirt.  Maybe she thought it was Felix with
two sets of amazing hands, who knows?  Rodney, was awed by the metallic
silver G-string that beautifully accented her perfect dancer curves in the
dim light of the hallway.  "My god", he quietly gasped as in disbelief of
what he saw before his eyes.  He immediately pulled the triangular cut
fabric to the left, noticing that her cinnamon colored pubic hair was very
fine and formed a neatly groomed pattern as it moved away from the
perfectly straight gash that parted her puffy mounds.  He then quickly,
expertly, began to flick his tongue along the fold of her vagina, pushing
harder into the forming wetness of the crescent as the slight sweet dank
aroma of her sex began to emote from her exposed pinkish lips.  Even in her
slightly lucid state, her body could not deny the extravagant attention it
was now receiving at the hands of these two newly formed, lecherous
partners, driven on by lust and desire for what they, up until now, could
not have.  Felix was not thinking too clearly himself at this point, driven
beyond madness for his building lust for Tiffany, to have and own her in
every imaginable way.  Rodney on the other hand was more aware of their
surrounding and new that the dimly lit hallway they found themselves in was
a little too dangerous for his blood.  Knowing every nook and cranny of the
club like the back of his hand, he quickly got up from his knees and pushed
the door on the left which lead to the liquor storage room.  Fortunately it
was unlocked.  He immediately gestured to Felix and Feilix grabbed Tiffany
under her arm pits and half dragged and carried her the few feet to the
door, once again following Rodney's hulking lead.  As Rodney adjusted his
eyes to the store room, he shockingly gazed upon the dark eyes of Hector
Ramirez.  Hector was the bar back of the club and was constant awe of
Rodney.  Rod had often schooled him in ju jitsu moves as Rodney was also a
black belt in Judo .  Rodney also knew that Hector had always been treated
like a piece of shit by all the white girls who worked the club but none
was more mean and stuck up to Hector as Tiffany.  Rodney in his immediate
shock new that although this situation seemed to have gotten out of hand,
that somehow he could use this dynamic to his advantage and once again gain
control over this little predicament.  After all he was the expert at
improvising himself through any situation.  He was a true survivor.  As
Felix half carried, half pulled Tiffany into the store room, it was then
that he noticed the silently stunned Hector as well.  He turned to Rodney
in a panicked look and Rodney just flashed a full confident grin of large
white teeth.  Felix was weakening in the knees himself at this point and
half spilled, half dumped Tiffany onto her stomach across a stacked case of
Budweiser.  Her ass sticking up in the air at the newfound trio.  Rodney,
spoke in rapid Spanish to Hector, quickly explaining the situation and what
was expected by all, complete and utter silence, to the grave or there
would be a much quicker path to that grave, at least something to that
effect which had Hector's full and immediate attention.  Even Felix caught
the meaning of Rodney's words, despite not speaking Spanish.  Rodney now
turned his attention back to their little prize, her splayed ass sticking
up at the men, the G-string still splitting those perfect taught white
mounds of flesh.  Rodney's excitement could no longer be denied.  He
quickly moved in as a lion elder after the initial kill.  He roughly kicked
her high heeled feet apart and grabbing her by the hips, pulled the satin
floss out of her ass to the side and put his face right up to her ass.  His
nose catching her aroma as his tongue sought the wet mounds between her
parted legs once again.  He went to work like a lap dog, lapping up all her
goo, then sticking his tongue hard into the depths of her being.  Tiffany
initially gasped followed by a low guttural groan.  By this time the other
two men were both as hard as steel, watching this gorgeous helpless rag
doll.  Hector moved around to Tiffany's head and with a half smile half
sneer, unzipped his zipper as his wide erect brown penis jumped out into
action.  He grabbed Tiffany abruptly by her now wild red mane of hair,
jerked her head up off the supporting box of bud and quickly, rather
expertly prodded his thick cock pass Tiffany's teeth and with his right
hand gently forced her lower jaw open to further accept the entirety of his
manhood.  Felix was just watching the whole scene rather stunned at this
point but at the same time enjoying the site and Tiffany's predicament
which was about to deepen.  In the depths of his sole, he had to admit to
utter enjoyment at both watching and delivering what he thought this
deprived cock tease, really did deserve.  It was her destiny and he was
strangely part of it.  How could this be so sick, so immorally wrong but
yet so arousing beyond his wildest belief.  Rodney pulling his tongue out
of Tiffany's vagina, stood up and still holding her hips in place, unzipped
his fly......to be continued (WIP - please feel free to email me comments,
criticisms or maybe what you would like to have happen to Tiffany as this
is an unfinished draft....walterkingsley@hotmail.com)